Disclaimer: This story is fiction. Some of the things that happened or will happen with Brent, Jake, & future characters are inspired by bits and pieces of my life. Parts of all characters are fictional as well. All other characters were made up and any similarities are just coincidental. This is gay romance between teenage boys, there may be sex, but for the most part, it's their true love of each other so if that offends you, please discontinue reading. Also, if it is illegal for you to read such material, you have been warned. Continual reading could cause a knock at your door. This is my first attempt at writing a story and you can contact me at cornfedgay@outlook.com with reactions/suggestions or concerns. Concerns will be considered and addressed as much as possible.
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Corn Fed Gay- Chapter 1
Stroke... Stroke... Stroke.... Gasping for air as I turned my head to the side and choked down as much air is I could inhale. My mind was willing my body to push itself harder.Pulling harder kicking harder. All I could think of (other than getting as much air into my body) was how much I hated Coach right that minute. He had been pushing us hard for the last couple of weeks. It was mid-season meaning it was a week before Christmas break. Of course the team wasn't at all interested in what the Coach had been preaching. "Hard work produces good results". We had two meets that week in front of us.That was why he was being an asshole to us. He had pushed us into longer more intense practices. By the end of the practice I could hardly pull my aching body out the the water. Legs burning, arms numb ( if you were ever on the swim team at your school you know what I'm talking about). I wasn't looking forward to the meets that week as they were both away meets. Which meant both would be long nights because of the bus travel. Even later dinner and even later homework.
The water slipped over my body that was freshly shaved and only caught on the waistband of my little black speedo. I secretly loved wearing it (but complained about it with my fellow team mates). As I turned my head for air I could see my teammates undergoing the same agony that I was, each of us desperately wanting practice to be over. When I dipped my head back into the water I could see the guys in the adjoining lanes keeping up with me and me keeping up with them. I could also see the occasional bulge in the speedos they were wearing which gave my mind a little thrill. After two hours of practice I pulled my tired aching body out the the water (we had only been doing one and half hours up to this point thus I told you Coach had been pushing us harder). I sat for a moment on the ledge with my legs still in the water. I glanced to my right to see if Jake had pulled himself out of the pool. He had just pulled his taut hairless body out on to the edge. Jake had been subject to my wanting leers all this season and last. He had filled out very well over the summer in all the important areas and was much better to look at now. He was always cute, but now he had grown hot and hung. I enjoyed getting a glance in his direction before and after practice in between his underwear and his speedo and vise versa. Jakes cock had become something of a fantasy jerk-off material each night before I went to sleep.
Before I go any farther let me introduce myself, Brent, I'm in the eighth grade, and on the junior high swim team. We lived in the central Midwest. My Dad is a farmer and my Mom is a High School Home Economics teacher. I also have one younger sister named Marie. She is three years younger than me and in the sixth grade. We live on a 150 acre farm which is mostly fields except for the house and barns and a 5 acre pasture for our show horses. We lived in a small close knit farming community and our farm is only about two miles from town where the junior/senior High School is.
I've known for a while I felt different from the other boys at school and even my friends. I had figured out over the summer what gay meant and why I had felt different all this time. It was the early 90's and I lived in a sheltered area. I had heard of the information superhighway but we didn't even have a home computer with a modem. So any information about "Gay" came from newspapers and magazines. It wasn't much. I remember how relieved and disturbed I was when I figured out what was wrong with me. That was how it had been explained in a newspaper article. I guess I was lucky our church preacher didn't talk about the "Gays" in his weekly sermons now that I look back on it. I knew I was gay but I couldn't say it or even think of telling anyone. So for now It was my secret identity.
Back to swim practice...
By now we had dragged our tired asses down to the locker room and were at various stages of undress. Some of the guys were doing typical horsin around, others just kept to ourselves. I was one of those, mainly for fear of popping a boner in front of the guys. That would have been a fate worse than death. It didn't stop me from stealing glances of my teammates from time to time. Jake's locker was about 10 feet from mine and there were two other guys in between us. Jake and I did not run in the same circle therefore we were not friends only team mates. We had a cordial interaction as I had with most of my teammates. This particular day Tuesday afternoon was like any other. I pulled down my speedo and let my dick and balls breath and expand after being inside the tight speedo for 2+ hours. I had matured rather quickly and early and with that came a dusting of pubes around my dick, a light treasure trail and some hair in my armpits. The treasure trail and my armpits are what I referred to before about the shaving part for pool speed. I was one of the taller boys in my class at 5'-8". Most of the guys on the team were a varying states of maturing.
I hung my suit and goggles in my locker and sat down on the bench in front of my locker. The bench was cold on my bare ass. I glanced to my right to see what state of undress Jake was in. The two teammates in between us were both naked and talking. Their little dicks bounced as they talked and were generally unimpressive in presence. I Looked past them at Jake, he wasn't paying any attention to the scene around him. I looked just as he was pulling down his black speedo, that he looked so good in, as he did the wonderful dick I had been fantasizing about unrolled from it captivity and hung down about six inches soft. I was in visual heaven. It was a meaty tube that was cut and had a large mushroom head and behind it were to golf ball sized testicles that hung loosely in their sack. I felt my dick jump and quickly looked down at myself knowing I was about to have a problem. I glanced back quickly towards Jake as I covered myself with my hands by leaning my elbows down on my legs. As my eyes focused on Jake and his massive man meat he was starting to towel himself dry. He hadn't noticed my leer, thank god, once again. I knew I was taking a chance by watching him and the other guys on the team, but I couldn't help myself. I needed to look. I desperately needed to touch someone elses dick other than my own dick.
I decided I needed to get dressed otherwise I would be sitting here alone. That would be weird. I pulled on my gray bikini briefs that I love to wear. I grabbed my jeans and as I was pulling them on while I stole another glance. I looked in Jakes direction and my eyes met his. "Oh my God, my world just ended". I instinctively looked away quickly not knowing if I should have acknowledged him or not when our eyes met. I decided I had looked enough today. I finished getting dressed and gathered up my gear. I headed for the locker room door, not paying attention. Actually I lost in thought about that magnificent cock that belonged to Jake. The next thing I knew I slammed into none other than Jake himself.
I instinctively said "Sorry dude, my bad".
He said "No worries man I wasn't watching where I was going"
He smiled at me. I thought I would melt right there into a puddle. He allowed me to leave the locker room first and Jake was close behind. Nothing else was said as we exited. As we were walking up the stairs to the pool area Jake started to speak then hesitated.
"Brent, I know you've been watching me".
I didn't know how to respond, time stood still and I couldn't turn my head to look at Jake. "Oh my god he has caught me looking before. I might just die right here. Might as well my life is over. First he's going to beat me to a pulp. Then he will tell everyone in the school. My meager life will be over. They don't need more of a reason to pick on me. Shit I fucked up big time". I said in my head.
"Uh...uh...I..I..I'm...um...sorry"
I looked at Jake, waiting for my punishment, but it never came. I was completely mortified at the situation. He fidgeted a little and then started to speak.
"Dude don't be sorry". Then he winked and walked on ahead of me. I slowly walked forward lost in thought. "Did I just see and hear him correctly"? My dick had started to expand and it took me a minute to realize how turned on I was by the situation. What was he saying when he said "Dude don't be sorry"? Did he like the attention? Was he gay too? No way that couldn't be it. Was it? Shit my brain is fucked.
I walked out of the pool and down the hall towards the outer door. Jake was already outside and probably gone. I pushed the door open and the frigid December hit my face. It burned my hot face. I spotted mom's car and headed that way. I opened the door and stepped into the warmth.
"Hey mom"
"Hi Brent, how was practice"?
"Um... it was ok. Coach pushed us hard"
"I imagine so, two hours is a long practice. Especially after an hour and a half practice before school"
"Tell me about it mom, it's kicking my but. I'm exhausted and I still have to study for a world geography test for tomorrow".
"Well lets get some dinner in you so you can get started"
Mom drove us out to the farm pulling into the driveway I noticed dad had piled the fresh 12 inches of snow we got two day before along the drive clearing a good path for the vehicles.
"looks like dad was busy today"?
"Yep he was on the tractor all afternoon digging out the farm. I think he piled enough snow so you and Marie could make a snow fort".
"Mom, I don't have time for that. Too much to do".
"Well maybe you two will have some time to play in the snow this weekend. The weatherman said it would be cold enough for it to stay on the ground".
Mom pulled into the garage and we got out. Just before going into the house I realized my hair was dripping down my neck. My hair frequently will freeze in place if it's too wet from practice. That's how cold it was outside. I guess it melted in the car's heat. Mom grabbed the back of my hair and said.
"Your hair is soaking wet son. Did you dry off at all after getting out of the pool"
"Geesh mom, yes I did"
"Apparently not enough. Go dry off in the bathroom then come down for your dinner. It's in the microwave. We already ate".
"Ok be right back".
I hauled my tired body upstairs to our bathroom that I shared with my sister. I started toweling my hair dry and realized I still smelled like chlorine. I decided I need a quick shower before dinner. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my sweatshirt over my head. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my thighs, dropping them in a pile. I turned toward the vanity mirror and looked at my self. I admired how good my gray briefs look huggin my thin hips. I liked the bulge my dick made in my briefs. Of course it was nothing like Jakes bulge. That triggered a rush of memories of just twenty minutes ago. My mind thought of how his giant cock looked rolled up into into the black swim speedo we wore. I saw him pulling the speedo down and watching it fall out. Then reverse as he pulled it on. Back and forth, back and forth in my head. God he was so hot. My thoughts moved up over the smooth taut stomach with a hint of developing ab muscles, up over his firm pecs with the little round nipples. my thoughts landed on the beautiful teddy bear brown eyes framed by his sandy brown hair.
I realized my dick was hard rolled up in my briefs and my right hand was lightly rubbing my dick through the fabric. I pulled the front of my briefs down and my rigid dick sprang up to it's usual location. It throbbed and bounced with my heart beat. I was so horny, I didn't think it would take very long to release this load that had built up from the situation with Jake. Looking back at the mirror I liked how my hard dick pointed up towards my hint of abs I was getting from swimming so much.
I walked over to the tub and turned on the shower. All the while lightly stroking my hard shaft. Once the water was hot I got in. The hot water felt so good on my tired shoulders. As the hot water ran down my body it tickled slightly and only added to my condition. I grabbed the bar of soap and lathered up my hands. I wrapped my fingers around my rigid dick that was begging for release and started to jack it. It felt so good as my fingers passed over my throbbing head. back and forth the length of it. I felt that it wouldn't last too much longer. I took my other lathered hand and pushed it under my balls over my taint to my smooth puckered hole. Just brushing across it made me shiver. I used my finger to push on it and it responded by loosening up. I pushed my index finger inside and almost fell over in the shower from the sensation. I felt my hole wrap around my finger like a warm blanket. My dick felt like it was going to explode. With my finger wiggling inside I jacked my cock vigorously. In a matter of seconds a spurt of cum launched from my dick as the warmth of the orgasim took over my entire body. After four shots of cum hit the shower curtain I gently removed my finger. I felt amazing as it passed the outer ring. I shivered from head to toe. I had been playing with my ass for a while now. I never inserted anything other than my finger. I was afraid of something getting stuck in there (I was young and stupid). Once I figured out what "Gay" was I knew where the hard dick was supposed to go during sex. I didn't know if I could ever do that with another person. It was scary. I had never gotten more than two fingers inside me without intense pain. The thought of Jakes monster cock made me hurt just thinking about it. That thought caused my dick to grow again. I heard the bathroom door click.
"Are you coming down for your dinner"? Mom said.
"Oh ya mom, be down in a minute. Needed another shower, I still smelled like chlorine".
"Ok hurry up, you still need to study for your test".
`Ok".
The door clicked shut. I pulled back the curtain and grabbed my towel. I got out and stood on the bath mat. Just then the door opened again and mom looked in.
"MOM!!!! Can I have some privacy".
"Oh sorry son. I forgot to tell you that your sister got an A her book report"
`Ya that's great. Out now, please".
"Ok see you downstairs".
The door shut. I couldn't help but to think she did that on purpose. Either to startle me, or get a look at me. Mom had commented not long ago how much I had developed over the summer and the fall. She even had the nerve to ask me if I had hair growing `down there'. She had seen me without my shirt on around the farm last summer. So I know she saw my treasure trail. She smiled at my embarrassment when asking me that. She only replied with "It happens to the best of us".
I blushed at the memory. I finished drying myself, picked up my favorite briefs and pulled them on. Grabbed my stuff and walked down the hall to my bedroom. I always walked around upstairs in my undies. I walked past my sisters room. The door was open. She was engrossed in a book. As is walked by I said
"Hey dork, how was your day'?
"Good".
Her head back in the book. What a brat. No thought to ask about my day. Of course what would I tell her, that I had been secretly leering at a young man on the swim team trying to fulfill my sexual desires. I don't think so. Back in my room, I tossed my dirty clothes in the hamper. I grabbed some sweats from my dresser, threw them on and walked down stairs. I was starved. I warmed my dinner and ate. Talked with dad for a while, then studied till 11:30. Looking at the alarm clock I realized how late it was and needed to get to bed. I had practice at 6am in the morning and I had to do my portion of the farm chores before. My sister and I shared the responsibility. I would feed the horses their hay and clean the stalls. luckily we only had 3 horses at the time, We had space for 10 horses. She would do her portion just before she went to school. I put my book back in my pack, stripped to my undies and got into bed. The sheets were chilly (they always are during winter). I turned out my light and laid down. In the darkness my mind started to wonder. "What was Jake thinking about right now? Was he thinking about why I was watching him? Why did he say "Dude don't be sorry"? My mind was flush with questions and my dick was flush with blood. Guess I'll rub one out before I go to sleep.
End of Chapter- I hope you enjoyed, should I keep going on to chapter 2?
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